Fay Slimm.






We pair of home-comers built

from lonely baggage a neap-tide harbour

and painted an idyll of walled delight

from sad and where care covered raw scars.


Our easy laughter sparked need

to spend new-found treasure in bounteous

tending far moments of nearness 

as pleasure made arid into watered ground.       


Love\'s tenderness stoked fresh heat

in forgotten feelings, blazed paths to places

I had never been and seared heaven

into my solo existence by giving and taking.   


Oil of romance honed compatibility,

which gave virtual joinings a closeness of flesh.

Yield reached unbelievable bliss

and that better otherness I shall ever remember.